Of course I had always known that my daughter snored. But it is one thing to listen to her while watching at the door way, quite another when she is one of the women sharing your bed.
After Marion had recounted the story of her first time with Gramps, Tara had fallen into a deep sleep and snored. I couldn't stand it and about 1am I had to wake her and send her back to her own bed. I curled into the warm body beside me and once again let the images of the day flow through my mind. My cock hardened despite all its use and I carefully fucked my wife awake. It was a gentle coupling, none of the arduous or frenetic pumping of earlier, but none the less satisfying.
I'd met Marion when I was working in a hotel, construction was always quiet and the money tight during winter so I'd take waiter jobs to tide me over. I watched this tiny woman dance all night, never tiring, always smiling. Ok so it was her bouncing tits that first caught my eye, I have already said I am a tits man but she looked glorious. I finished at midnight, so changed and went to ask her to dance with me. I have two left feet, but I wanted to know what that rack would feel like against me.
During the dance there were no bolts of lightning, no knowing this was the woman for me, just a hardening cock and a damp pussy. We used one of the rooms I knew was empty and had the most memorable fuck of my life. She said no to nothing. I fucked her hard and long and she kept coming back for more. The woman wore me out. What was supposed to be a one night stand turned into dating and turned into me falling for her completely. I'd met her kids, 7 year old Tara and the 6 year old twins Susie and Nathan. Not exactly what I had been expecting, but they were good kids, and it was fun taking them on outings. They all moved in about a year later.
When I asked her to marry me, she said no, she had been down that road and it hadn't worked. She said she couldn't regret it cause she had the kids, but she never wanted to do it again. She was never quite clear as to why her and John Marshall, the kid's father had broken up, but he had walked out on them when the twins were only babies.
I made it clear to her, that I was not going to take no for an answer, and I would keep bugging her and asking until she said yes. I may not be the most romantic of guys, or the most forthcoming, but I knew I was never going to find a better woman for me. She actually got angry and yelled back: "Why can't you just leave it? We work as we are now. Why mess with what isn't broken?"
My hot Irish temper took over and I yelled back: "So I am traditional, so what, sue me."
Her temper is at least as bad as mine and the screaming match continued: "I am not traditional, my family are not traditional, and I am so fucking bored trying to be so fucking traditional. Everyone applying their fucking rules to me." And she walked out, no she stormed out.
It was not the first time so I sat and stewed for an hour but when she didn't come back I sat and worried for the next hour. When she still didn't come home, I called a neighbour and asked them to watch the kids and went to find her. Her sister was the obvious first place. Sam, her sister's husband told me that she had been there but they had gone out for a drink and named a local bar.
I'd never seen her so drunk before, the two of them had been knocking back tequila shots. Judging from the empty shot glasses, they had drunk quite a few.
"Here he is my traditional, Irish man." She was slurring badly. "Come to do his Quiet Man impression and drag me back home across the fields." She had put on that fake Irish accent that she knew I hated. My temper flared again. Damping it down as much as I could I poured them into the car and headed back to Pauline's. There was no way I was letting the kids see her like this. I nearly crashed the car when I looked in the rear view to check they were ok and they were kissing. Nothing sisterly about the kiss, it was full on.
Marion caught me looking and laughed "Told you we were not traditional" and went back to kissing her sister. Damn it was hot watching them. I took a detour and parked in the local supermarket car park, it was empty but the lights were still on. I parked under one of the lights and turned to watch.
Things had moved on while I was busy and they now had their hands in each other's knickers. The smell of their pussies filled the car. If they noticed we had stopped moving or that I was watching closely they ignored it. Pauline turned, put her back against the door and spread her legs before grabbing Marion's head and pushing it towards her pussy. I watched as the woman I loved pulled her sister's knickers to one side and feasted on her wetness before starting to finger fuck her. I was so hard I was sore and tried to release my cock from my jeans, I didn't want to make noise and distract either of them.
"That's it my bitch, eat me, you had better do it good or you know what I will do to you." I heard Marion mumble a reply but could not make any sense of it. It was hot watching them, I loved that Marion was up for anything, but I'd never seen her with someone else. Let alone her sister.
"Liking the show are you?"
Pauline was staring straight at me. I didn't answer but my enjoyment was obvious. I had to have some of the action. I walked around and opened the back door, grabbed Marion by the hips yanked her knickers to one side and drove my cock straight into her.
"Now, I'm enjoying the show."
Pauline laughed.
I fucked her hard, pushing her mouth deeper into her sister's pussy, without warning I dumped my load into her. Looking at Pauline, I said, "You don't mind if I use her mouth for a moment", I grabbed Marion by the hair and fed her my cock to clean. Even drunk, Marion knew how to suck cock. By the time she finished, I could hear gentle snoring from the far side of the car. Pauline had passed out. Without looking at Marion directly, I shoved her back in the car, got in and drove to Pauline's.
Sam came out to help me carry the drunks into the house and put them to bed. We went back to the living room and I collapsed on a chair.
I briefly told Sam what had happened, he didn't look surprised. "Can you please explain to me what the hell is going on here?"
Sam was standing and pacing, "Why the hell does it always fall to me to explain? I am fed up with it."
He sat down and looked at me. "You've heard the expression a family that lays together stays together? β Well welcome to the Buchanan's. The family that lays together."
I couldn't process what he was saying? "You're saying that the sister's fuck each other?"
"Oh, not just the sisters, all of them." He paused to let the words sink in. "On their 18th birthdays, Martha would fuck the boys and John would fuck the girls. After that was up to each if they wanted to continue."
I had to stand, I paced up and down the room, hoping the activity would help clear my head, help me figure this out.
I looked back at Sam "You mean all of them Gramps, Grammy, JJ, Martin, all of them? Any of them back out."
"No."
"And you?"
"On occasion."
I collapsed back in the chair, running my hands through my hair. It made sense, they were close, a very close family. Marion spent a lot of time over there.
"John works off the philosophy that it is just another form of showing love and affection for the family."
A thought struck me: "This is why John, John Marshall I mean, left them isn't it?"
Sam nodded: "He found Gramps milking Marion's tits on a visit back home after the twins were born. He lost it, stormed out, threatened to go to the police, the works. In the end we calmed him down, but he refused to have anything to do with the kids. Said he couldn't even be sure they were his. Fucking idiot, of course they are his. Tara is the spitting image of him."